In moments of my deepest pain, she recedes,

like a flag disappearing on the shoreline

while my raft is borne out to sea

alone, adrift, tossed among the waves.

My body curls into fetal position,

tears are my blanket,

the water, my solace and my fear.

Yet within me stirs my dragon.

She rises, wrathful, powerful

to take care of me

to prove her wrong.

I am worthy of healing,

of joy and sorrow.

My heartbreak does matter

to someone.

May 1, 2017